Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening | Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

death

Most people have hard time dealing with death. But I'm not most people. It's the grief that makes me uncomfortable. Not because I'm a killer. Really. I just don't understand all that emotion. Wich makes it hard to fake.
(dexter)

Pride and prejudice

- Eu me pergunto quem descobriu o poder da poesia para espantar o amor..
- Pensei que a poesia fosse o alimento do amor, opinou Darcy
- Do amor belo e vigoroso, sim, é possível. Mas se é apenas uma vaga inclinação, um pobre soneto o varrerá de uma vez.
- Então, o que recomenda para despertar a afeição, Ms. Elizabeth?
- Dançar. Mesmo que o par seja apenas tolerável.

jane austen

Pronunciamento

Walk By Faith | Jeremy Camp

Would I believe you when you would say
Your hand will guide my every way
Will I receive the words You say
Every moment of every day

Well I will walk by faith
Even when I can not see
Well because this broken road
Prepares Your will for me

Help me to win my endless fears
You've been so faithful for all my years
With one breath You make me new
Your grace covers all I do

Well I'm broken, but I still see Your face
Well You've spoken, pouring Your words of grace

I will walk by faith

Só os medíocres dão o melhor de si o tempo todo.
Oscar Wilde